"What is this?"

"Is this a musical instrument?"

When they saw the Xiqin and the bow in Lin Yun's hands, everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a strange musical instrument.

Everyone was amazed, even Yan Tianchen was amazed and frowned, "Is this Xi Qin?"

"Hasn't Xiqin been lost long ago... No one knows the score and playing method." Luo Shuyi said in surprise, while Lin Wan was also surprised.

Even Yue Weiwei was quite puzzled at the moment.

"Xiqin? Hahaha, Lin Xiao, it really belongs to you!"

Mei Zi smiled and shook his head. He had some expectations before, what kind of cards Lin Yun could come up with, but when he saw that it was just Xi Qin, he burst into laughter.

This thing has long been lost, not just now.

It has been lost since ancient times, no one knows how to play it, and there is no way to talk about the score. I don't even know how to play it, or even what it sounds like, no one knows how to come up with a score.

"Qinglian Holy Snow!"

Mei Zihua looked arrogant, laughed softly, and the sound of the piano changed.

It was clear that the Vermillion Bird was in the sky, and the fire cloud was burning the sky, but it was snowing heavily. On the lake surface rose a blossoming cyan lotus flower. He played the piano while clearing the field. His voice was beautiful and beautiful, with an ancient rhyme.

Lin Yun was about to pull Xiqin when a green lotus rose under his feet, the green lotus bloomed, and a scorching aura exploded instantly.

Swish!

The strings that were about to be pulled up had to be forced to give up, and the toes lit up on the water.

Whoosh whoosh!

The figure keeps flickering, avoiding the blooming green lotus.

After a while, Lin Yun became more embarrassed, and Mei Zihua's smile became stronger. The nine maids behind him played music at the same time, making this Qinglian Sacred Snow Song more condensed.

Obviously, these people often ensemble on weekdays, cooperate tacitly, and the rhythm is harmonious.

Coupled with the singing of Meizihua, the falling snowflakes seemed to be alive.

So cold!

Lin Yun shuddered and found that his body had been covered with frost for some time.

Limbs are stiff, hands and feet are inconvenient.

It became difficult to exert force, bang, another green lotus bloomed, Lin Yun was in no hurry to dodge, and was directly blown away.

"Lin Xiao, it seems that these nine beauties, you have no luck to endure. With this ability, don't be a hero and give up the three fruits."

Mei Zihua smiled happily.

He was arrogant and arrogant, but it could be seen that in the face of Lin Yun, he was not so arrogant.

He is still arrogant, but mostly ridicule.

"That's it!"

Mei Zihua smiled faintly, and Mei Xue's divine finger moved, and more than a thousand green lotuses covered the lake surface released a faint light.

The Vermillion Bird hovering in the sky, under the sound of the piano, spit out a mouthful of dazzling divine flame.

boom!

In an instant, more than a thousand green lotuses on the lake were ignited at the same time, and the green lotuses on the lake were in full bloom, and the firelight reflected the holy snow in the sky.

Everyone held their breaths, only to feel that their scalps were numb, which was terrifying.

The melody played by Mei Zihua is so perfect!

It is simply unimaginable, his artistic conception can be called the pinnacle.

Before, everyone thought that he was a bit of a rogue, and he had already lost, and he had to bring the nine maids to join forces to suppress Lin Yun.

But now I have to say that this person is really a prodigy of rhythm, and I am afraid that sooner or later, he will understand the voice of the emperor.

With such an image, I can't think of any way to defeat it.

On the boat, Palace Master Langya was stunned and stunned when he saw such a vision. All the elders were dumbfounded, is this really what a young man popped up?

Their spiritual power is stronger than Meizihua, and the ancient song Qinglian Shengxue can even be played, and the vision produced by playing may be stronger than that of Meizihua.

But if the imagery wants to be so perfect, I don't even dare to think about it. The gap in musical attainment is too great.

"The nine-sentence lantern Qinglian is drunk, and the holy snow in the sky goes to Wuji."

There was a sigh beside Yue Weiwei and the others, and they quickly turned around to look, but it was Mu Xueling who appeared quietly at some unknown time.

Several people hurriedly said: "Elder Sheng, can this song be broken?"

Mu Xueling shook her head and didn't speak. Several people couldn't help but look sad, Yue Weiwei's face showed a sad look, and Brother Yun's Sanshengguo was not yet warm.

When she was playing the piano last night, Yue Weiwei saw it, and Lin Yun's eyes were extremely satisfied when she saw Sanshengguo.

It was a rare happiness for him, and he valued Brother Sanshengguoyun very much.

Luo Shu couldn't help but said: "This plum painting is too despicable!"

On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun was struggling, and fell into this perfect vision. In the eyes of others, he seemed out of place and was rejected by this vision of heaven and earth.

Clumsy movements, stiff hands and feet.

Snowflakes fell on him piece by piece, and each time a piece fell, his movements became much slower.

If this goes on, sooner or later, you will be unable to move!

"Oh, this guy is also today. He was so flamboyant that day. He was like a clown when he met a plum painting." Some people are sad and others are happy.

The flower red taro beside Qin Hao said with a sarcastic look on his face.

"The barbarians just need to clean up. It is too naive to think that they can compete with the people of the Kagura family by winning the top spot in Langya."

Qin Hao took over the words and sneered coldly.

The voices of the two were not deliberately lowered, and it was easy to spread the word. After Luo Shuyi and others heard it, their faces became ugly.

These words actually represent the thoughts of many people. Before, Lin Yun was too public, and he couldn't lift his head when he suppressed the evil spirits of the Holy Land.

In the final battle, it was even stronger to win the top spot.

Many leaders of the Holy Land lost to Lin Yun, and they were quite unconvinced in their hearts.

If they had to choose, they would definitely lose to Mei Zihua better, at least the other party was the heir of the Kagura family.

It's no shame to lose!

But losing to Lin Yun would be a huge loss of face.

Now that Lin Yun was frustrated, the minds of this group became subtle. After Qin Hao and Hua Hongyao took the lead, whispered comments spread.

"It's really ridiculous. I thought there was some way to do it. After a long time, I took out the Xiqin. That's all?"

Qin Hao said contemptuously, which immediately caused a burst of tacit laughter.

"Qin Hao, shut up for me!"

Yan Tianchen said coldly.

Qin Hao said with a smile: "Hehe, I'm wrong? No one really thinks that this barbarian can play Xiqin, right? If he really has the ability, he can play one for me, someone Qin... "

Yan Tianchen said angrily, "Don't go too far!"

"Is this in a hurry? Just this amount of air?"

Qin Hao sneered.

Yan Tianchen was extremely uncomfortable, his face changed, Lin Yun was trapped, he was anxious, and when he heard these irritating words, he felt extremely aggrieved.

Pfft!

Yan Tianchen, who was injured, was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Qin Hao's face changed slightly, and he felt a little guilty.

Hua Hongyao was unrelenting, and said sinisterly: "Don't worry, Lin Yun will only be hurt more than you later!"

"It seems that the wound on your face healed too quickly." Yue Weiwei said coldly.

This time, she encountered the scar of Hua Hongyao. That day, she was slapped twice in public by Lin Yun, which was the biggest humiliation she had suffered since she was born.

Hua Hongyu's face darkened, with resentment in her eyes: "Don't be complacent, there will be a time when you cry! This barbarian can't do anything if he wants to admit defeat, and he will freeze to death sooner or later!"

On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun held Xiqin in one hand and a bow in the other.

The bow is placed on the Xiqin, but the person has long been covered by the wind and snow, and it is as immobile as a sculpture.

The heavy snow continued to fall, and it contained divine power.

Layers of layers covered Lin Yun, as if a mountain range was pressing over him. His situation at the moment was indeed extremely dangerous.

Brother Yun...

Yue Weiwei didn't care about fighting with Hua Hongyao, her eyes fell on Lin Yun, and her eyes were full of distress.

Her beautiful eyes were melancholy, and she bit her red lips, her right fist clenched unknowingly.

squeak!

Just when everyone thought that Lin Yun was bound to lose, a harsh voice sounded on Shuangyue Lake. The voice was extremely unpleasant, like an old broken wooden door creaking.

Among the many beautiful piano sounds, this abnormal sound is extremely harsh.

Swish!

Lin Yun, who had turned into a snowman, shook off a few snowflakes from his body, and the creaking sound became more and more harsh. His movements were very stiff, and he was covered in heavy snow, and his movements seemed rather strange.

what happened?

But Mei Zihua didn't know why, but the strange creaking sound made him feel extremely dangerous, and said solemnly, "Qinglian Feitian!"

The nine maids behind him rose up from the sky, and the musical instruments in their hands became extremely solemn.

boom!

The green lotuses were burning with fire, like swaying holy lamps, and the rhythm reverberating between heaven and earth became extremely solemn and solemn.

It seems that there are distant songs spanning time and space, traveling through the present, sacrificing ancient gods.

But the snowman-like Lin Yun's movements gradually became smoother, and the layers of holy snow covering his body kept falling in the harsh squeak.

boom!

After half a sound, in a loud noise, the layers of holy snow covering Lin Yun's body exploded directly.

call!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at Xiqin in his hand, and whispered, "I almost overturned the car... This erhu is really hard to pull."

Xi Qin's practice, after all, is not as much as Qin Xiao.

In addition, Qinglian, who had been dodging each other all the time, was unable to play the real music.

Lin Yun held the bow and tried the sound again.

"Junior Brother Lin!"

Luo Shuyi and others on the shore looked anxious.

Lin Yun turned a deaf ear and kept his head down to audition, with a serious look on his face.

"This guy?"

A look of surprise flashed in Mei Zihua's eyes, and he said coldly, "Don't care about him, Qinglian Servant God!"

boom!

When the tune became extremely exciting, a dazzling light descended from the supreme star aspect thirty-six days away.

The next moment, the light shattered the layers of holes, and the light condensed into a figure, slowly falling towards the Vermilion Bird hovering in the air.

Boom!

In an instant, the rhythm of Mei Zihua and others became extremely solemn and sacred. It seems that the figure that fell thirty-six days away is really a god.

The boundless coercion came down, and the people on the edge of Shuangyue Lake were almost suffocated.

"It's over!"

When everyone saw this scene, these two words appeared in their minds almost at the same time.

But at this moment, between heaven and earth, there was a sound of rhythm that no one had ever heard before.

The rhythm of that voice is indescribable, but the voice is long and loud, with a hint of hoarseness and vicissitudes.

Before everyone could react, bursts of cheerful tunes came out from Lin Yun's Xiqin.

When the phantom of the Holy Spirit that was about to fall thirty-six days away was about to fall on Suzaku, the tune played by Xi Qin finally came out.

It was a galloping horse, galloping recklessly on the vast prairie.

During the run, the dust was flying, and everyone could clearly feel the artistic conception.

Completely different from the sacred and solemn tune of Mei Zihua, this tune is cheerful and melodious, as if all the sadness in the world does not exist.

In an instant, the Qin, Xiao, Zheng, and Flute on the Shuangyue Lake were all suppressed by Xi Qin.

Mei Zihua and the others showed extremely surprised expressions in their eyes, the tune was disrupted in an instant, no matter how they played, they could not interpret the sacred and solemn artistic conception.

At this moment, his emotions were completely infected by the tune played by Lin Yunxiqin.

It's a horse race!

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth twitched into a smile, that's right, he was in a happy mood, and he became more and more cheerful when he played.

Under his deliberate display of skills, the erhu in his hand made a neigh of horses, almost exactly the same as the real sound of a fierce horse.

Everyone by the lake was stunned and looked over in disbelief.

Is this Xi Qin?

Is this the sound of Xiqin?

Hua Hongyu and Qin Hao were dumbfounded. The Xiqin, which was lost in ancient times, can really be played.

Moreover, such a tune has never been seen in Kunlun, and other musical instruments cannot be played.

Boom!

Under the influence of the phantom of the gods and the horse racing, it became dim little by little, and the nine maids showed pain and embarrassment.

"Kill the wolf!"

Mei Zihua's complexion changed, and she decided to give up the Qinglian Shi Divine Comedy. Without absolute devotion to the gods, this Qinglian Shi Divine Comedy would never be successful.

Since it is a cheerful tune, then directly kill him with the most violent attack.

Several people changed their tone in an instant, and the situation was turbulent for a while, and the killing sound shook the sky.

The rhythm played by the nine people turned into thousands of troops and horses fighting towards Lin Yun. Countless soldiers and soldiers came with monstrous murderous aura and swept away with rolling dust.

"Good come."

Lin Yun smiled lightly, and changed from a horse race to a galloping war horse.

The Pentium of War Horse is a famous erhu song in the previous life. It has an endless excitement. Lin Yun controlled the bow and played the Pentium of War Horse at an extremely fast speed.

Boom!

The turbulent tune went down, and the soldiers rode galloping war horses and rushed across the horses.

The rhythm is sonorous and powerful, the gunpowder is billowing, the wind is gusty, and the horses are galloping.

The next moment, the war horses neighed, the wind galloped, and the ten thousand cavalry charged.

The thousands of troops and horses rushed over by the other party collapsed at a touch, and a fierce horse rushed out from behind Lin Yun, smashing Sha Polang into pieces.

Pfft!

In such a fierce confrontation, Mei Zihua groaned, and each of the nine maids spat out blood stains.

Lin Yun was on the rise, his bow was like a saw, imitating a war horse leaping its forelimbs, and the sound of an excited neigh was repeated continuously.

"Back off!"

Mei Zihua led a few people back, and said in a cold voice, "The red lotus will destroy the world!"

But just as he played the strings, he found that Lin Yun had changed again. There was an extremely sad tune coming from the Xiqin, and just as the rhythm sounded, endless sadness rose up in his heart.

Erquan Yingyue!

It is Xiqin's most classic track. No matter how cheerful and excited the erhu is, its keynote is always sadness and grief.

Under the performance of Erquan Yingyue, Xiqin's own characteristics were brought into full play.

Under Lin Yun's performance, Xiqin's rhythm is sometimes deep, sometimes excited, sometimes proud, the only constant is the eternal sadness and resentment.

Almost everyone was infected, and for a moment got carried away, forgetting that this was a fight for the top spot.

Forgetting about this, Mei Zihua and Lin Yun were fighting each other, only the voice of Xiqin, a sad and profound tune.

Pfft!

The nine people facing it could no longer support it, with expressions of pain on their faces, trying their best to resist this pervasive rhythm.

Click!

The Qinglian flying in the air shattered one after another, and the Suzaku wandering in the sky became dim little by little.

Almost all of the nine maids behind him almost fainted.

But Mei Zihua didn't pay attention, and frantically played the strings, but he was shocked to find that his strings had no sound! !

He couldn't play any sound, to be precise, his rhythm was all submerged in the opponent's rhythm.

boom!

When Suzaku was completely bleak and colorless, the strings in Mei Zihua's hands snapped, and he was completely stunned. How could this be possible?

"A song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the end of the world."

Lin Yun said leisurely, and Xi Qin's voice gradually stopped.

Pfft!

However, Mei Zihua and others couldn't hold it any longer, and they spit out a mouthful of blood, and the sad joy that had melted into their bodies exploded.

The dry intestines are broken, and the five internal organs are split.

All of them clutched their chests and knelt down on Shuangyue Lake, their faces so pale that there was no blood at all.